Articles tagged with: just another ordinary day
Short Story Contest, Very Short Stories »
A Luxurious Car took a sharp turn and stopped at Mumbai’s Khar Drive. A
serious looking man came out of the rear door. By dressing, He was looking
like a senior executive of some multinational company. Wearing a shining
black suit, well-polished shoes and costly rayban’s goggle covering his
eyes, He certainly became center of attraction for all. However, this area
use to accommodate many MNCs offices but very few people used to come to
this side of the street .Therefore, His coming was a genuine cause of
curiosity for the people.In our country, the most common …
Fiction Stories, Short Story Contest »
I studied the world outside the frosted glass, hoping it would distract me from the wrapped present in my hands. The refrigerator hummed, the logs in the fireplace crackled as the heat deemed too much on the chunks of wood, and the rush of holiday traffic buzzed by in a hurried frenzy. Even with all that went on around me, the absolute stillness within the walls of my once home pierced my ears and rattled me to the core.
Don’t go there.
I brought my attention back to the present. I couldn’t …
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Tringg-Tringgggggg! Anna wriggled in bed hoping the ringing would stop. When she eventually answered, her maid was calling to inform she wouldn’t come to work, as rains had flooded her house. Sulking, Anna slid back under the duvet, wishing she also could stay in. Having moved to the city few months back, Anna lived alone and worked with an advertising firm. Unwillingly assisting colleague Mary on a presentation for high-revenue client Mr. John, Anna worked late and hardly managed a few winks. The fact that she wasn’t part of the …
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I always feel sad when I see some poor dumb animal, or bird, lying in the road after being hit by a car or a lorry.
I am, sad to say, frequently harassed by the countless birds that sometimes seem intent on committing suicide as they glide across my path. In my case, I have room to maneuver as I don’t drive a car. I spend most of my traveling time on a bicycle, either shopping, riding over rough terrain or just plain racing along the county roads, chasing tractors and …
Romantic Stories, Short Story Contest »
When God closes a door, he opens another.
“Very well for one to forward such messages”, I thought, and sighed to myself. I glanced outside my window. The thunder, the heavy rain, the dark, gloomy sky reflected my mood. I had thought that coming to Liverpool for my MBA would help, buy me time. But things didn’t work that way, and I felt all lost and alone now. Sigh.
“….establish chains of cause and effect…” I looked outside my window again. I just could not concentrate on my dissertation. My boss’ …
Children Stories, Short Story Contest »
“You are so not going to do this, Hannah!” Mary pleaded.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know. You are my sister.”
“So?”
“I am asking you not to. You won’t go to her and ruin everything.”
“Watch me!”
Hannah turned her back to her elder sister and ran away.
Damn it! Mary thought when she ran for her life in a desperate attempt to catch up with her sister.
For a few minutes it seemed like Hannah was unreachable but then the distance between the girls began to decrease. Soon enough Mary drew up with Hannah and they …
Fiction Stories, Short Story Contest »
“Do you speak Spanish?” Christina, the nursing home administrator asked at the end of the interview, as I was applying for a position as a social worker
“Yes, I do. That’s my native language.” I proudly replied.
“Great! We need help with a Hispanic resident. No one speaks Spanish here, and we have problems communicating with him.”
The exciting news was not only being offered the job, but also the mission of assisting José, the Hispanic resident.
Someone I can speak to in my native language, I mused.
I met José, a thin man in …
Children Stories, Short Story Contest »
“I want to die!” the little boy told me, tears streaming in rivulets down his chubby cheeks.
It’s not often that children step into the path of an oncoming bike, holding out the palm of their hand as a traffic warden would. Having been a Social Worker for several years, I thought he had run away from home after a hiding.
This was not the time to offer platitudes. I hugged him, and rummaged in my backpack to get him a tissue. I also drew out a bottle of orange juice, which …
Fiction Stories »
Anu woke up and kept her eyes closed for some more time, it was quite early she knew. This was the best part of the day when the house was quiet and there was only the hum of the air conditioning and the gentle snoring of Ragav, her husband next to her. She thought of the day ahead, nothing very special to do she decided. Just another ordinary, routine boring day. There was a meeting in one of the ladies’ organizations she belonged to at 10.00 A.M. I may not …

